sav fletcher changes the world<3

[savannah rose fletcher]

savannah rose fletcher;;

ooc;;

alias; yo homie g i'm tippy
how you found tgc; i made you silly site=p
do you have more than one character?; oh so many lovlies
role-play sample;
see miss gypsy hawkins' profile ladies and gents<3

basic assessment;;

full name; savannah rose fletcher
nickname; sav, savvie, van, vannah, fletcher, fletch
age; lots, jk 21
school?; graduate of dovington high, class of 2007
job?; journalist, war coverage
alliance; thirteeners baby
martial status; lost in this game [semi-single], thy heart belongs to dan loren
sexual orientation; straight like a pin

mirror mirror;;

celebrity play-by; rachel bilson
picture;

height; 5'3"
weight; 100 lbs.
hair color; brunette
eye color; brown
physique; petite
clothing style;
"That's so Sav Fletch!"
People have said it before and they'll say it again. A gal like Savannah Fletcher has a wide range of style. Her's happens to mix classy chic with casual wild. Her everyday clothes involve jeans, t-shirt, and converse. She'll spice her look up with a crazy dress and some ballet flats. She loves knit sweaters and boots.

For work, Sav wears her upscale suits and shows off her LA roots. She'll make other corporate Barbie dolls wish they'd been left in the dust. It's no competition with Savannah, she'll dominate a room in style no matter what she's wearing.

When it comes to formal events, Savannah can rock almost any colors and style of dress. She'll whoop out her designer heels and make everyone in the room wonder if they're in a NYC fashion show.

Makeup-wise, Sav keeps it simple with neutral colors and big eyes. She loves dark liners and defining shadows. It's all about standing out without bulldozing a building.

through the looking glass;;

basic personality traits; [can be listed or in paragraph form, should also include hobbies that impact their personality]]
likes;
[x]ice cream
[x]coffee
[x]dancing
[x]writing
[x]singing
[x]knitting
[x]comic books
[x]photography
[x]arguing
[x]being important
[x]art
[x]drawing
[x]compassion
[x]life
[x]stars
[x]night time
[x]sun
[x]walking
[x]running
[x]danial loren
[x]my job<3
[x]having control
[x]being on top of the world
dislikes;
[x]anyone dating danial loren
[x]spiders
[x]snakes
[x]depression
[x]anxiety
[x]sickness
[x]death
[x]elevators
[x]time
[x]people
[x]having control
[x]extremist people
[x]dominating opinions
[x]stupid people
[x]stupid moments
[x]mistakes
[x]GAH!
fears;
[x]death
[x]spiders
[x]snakes
[x]elevators
[x]time
aspirations;
[x]to marry dan loren
[x]to become a famous journalist[been there, done that]
[x]write novels
character's opinion on self;
"What do I think of myself? Well, I've got to look pretty good. Part of me has always felt a little insecure though. I mean, no one's perfect and that's how I feel. I never try to conform to others. I know I can be a bitch and I have to be. The only person who it matters to anyway already thinks I'm an awful person so, what do I have to lose at this point?"
how people view your character;
"Savannah Fletcher is the root of all evil, I swear. She's heartless and cruel, she's determined and obsessed with that stupid journalism job. It's a wonder she hasn't been killed by her own 'friends' in Dovington."
"Sav is pretty cool. I mean, I don't think she ever opens up enough to make true friends but she's definitely around and people definitely gravitate toward her. She's just one of those once in a lifetime types."
"The devil fears Savannah Fletcher, especially if she's got a pen in her hand. That woman's insane!"
"Sav is hard to understand. Let's just say, you don't want to be on her bad side."
"If soldiers could choose who they want specifically killed first, they'd find the building Fletcher's in. Had it not been for her story leaking, they would have had the advantage of surprise attack."

the past and pending;;

family;
avendeare fletcher ;; father, deceased
corrie-dee [carter] fletcher ;; mother, lives in paris, france
pets;
katie ;; yellow lab with green eyes
friends;
sandy gardner ;; best friend
aleah watson ;; close friend
birthplace; Los Angeles, California
current location; Dovington, California
history;

&& all i want is for you to see me and want to know me. not for what i write, but for who i am...

I hate telling my own stories. I mean, I always feel like I'll leave something important out or say too much or say too little or defame everyone involved and sound extremely bitter. I guess all we can do is wing it and hope our words have a point though, right?

So, I was born in Los Angeles, California. Sunny and perfect and chock full of celebrities, I know. I've heard it a million times over again and honestly, it's no that thrilling. Wanna know why I was born and partially raised in LA? My dad was a talent scout. His job was to go out and find the next amazing models, actors, and singers. Unfortunately, that meant he spent all his time at work and cheated on mom a whole damn lot. Worst part yet, mom knew he was cheating. It was the most messed up thing I'd ever seen.

Dad would come home drunk with his latest model pick and she'd not leave til morning. Even as I child, I knew that was messed up. My father instilled materialistic ideas in me very young. It's a wonder I haven't turned out more of a bitch to be completely honest. He raised me to think my looks were the only things I could rely on and he always told me I'd never be seen as an intelligent figure in society.

It was so pathetic too because my mom was always the sweetest thing in the world. I always wished I could have been more like her. She had that short, strawberry blond hair and the big brown eyes and the tiny frame. She looked like the perfect house mom too. She always had an apron on and some flour smeared on her cheeks. My mom's always been a baker. That was why she moved to LA to begin with. She had a bakery there that she'd just opened up and she made great money doing cakes for celebrity weddings or celebrity birthdays. If it wasn't a Fletcher Cake, it wasn't a cake at all as far as Hollywood went. Not only did they look like masterpieces, but they tasted like heaven.

It's no surprise that most of my youth was spent mildly over-weight and devouring a cookie at every meal. My mom didn't see that coming. My dad always sort of resented me for not being beautiful like all his models and my mom. He looked at me like a stain on that lovely Fletcher name. My mom always tried to hide it from me too. She'd cover up every mean thing he said to try and make it sound way nicer than it was. My mom was always too much an optimist than is healthy in a human being. I swear, mom could find the bright side of this war had she not moved when I was younger.

Moving on to how the hell we ended up here. I mean, what drags a star baker and excellent talent agent to little Dovington, California? It took them long enough to get there for one thing. Let's see, my dad got laid off by his company and mom wasn't doing so great with her bakery. We still had a lot of money but didn't want to live in a place where it would all be wasted fast. So, we came to Dovington when I was about 13. I finished out middle school and started high school in Dovington. I met my first and only best friend, Sandy. I also made my only other friend, a Thirteener named Aleah. Don't ask me how Leah and I became friend, she was just the only cynically nice girl around who could put up with my crap aside from Sandy.

At first, I hated Dovington. Even in that last year of middle school, there was only one thing I wanted and I knew I couldn't have it. See, it was him. Even back then, he had me. I mean, Danial Loren stole my damn heart before I even knew how to love anyone else other than myself. Of course, it didn't all start the way you'd imagine. He was so arrogant, so in pace with the social aspects of schooling. Dan was easily the most popular boy in the middle school when I got there. So, naturally, I started competing with him in anything I could. Academically, physically, everything. I remember being at the top of my class just so I could rub it in Loren's face. I remember playing basketball freshmen year of high school just so I could be better at it than him and then challenge him to a one-on-one match down at the park. This was what we thought it would always be like. It was all name-calling and degrading the crap out of each other. Or, at least, it was until graduation.

Graduation was the night it all changed. I mean it started out so innocent. We'd gotten into one of those heated debates over who had the best speech at graduation. Was it his or mine? Then, it turned into something else. Next thing I knew, I woke up beside him in the hotel where our graduation party had been held. He was beyond passed out and still smelled like alcohol. I grabbed my clothes and left before he so much as stirred in the bed.

The next few days were like Hell. I mean, I didn't know what to think. I was young, I was stupid! Maybe part of me knew that I didn't really regret it, that I loved him. But there was that stupid voice screaming in my ears, "Leave, get as far away from him as you can!" So that's what I did. I told Sandy I felt ridiculous for letting any of it happen and somehow, word transformed that I hated him and never wanted to see him again.

Things were weird at home. I'd just graduated high school and mom was happy with small town life but dad really wasn't. I know I shouldn't have been surprised what I saw the weekend mom and I came back from out little vacation out of the house. We'd left to go to a spa in LA in honor of my graduating. When we got home, the house was dark, lonely, quiet. Mom and I assumed that dad had gone out and left it mellow for when we got in. Instead, my mom walked into her kitchen, her sanctuary, and saw my dad hanging from the over-hang in the ceiling. There was a note on the table, a very obvious suicide letter. It didn't say much, just that it wasn't us, he loved us. He said he was proud of me. He said I'd turned into a beautiful young woman and that I was smarter than he ever thought I'd be. He said he was sorry to my mom for everything. He said he couldn't do anything anymore though. It was just all too much. And that was it.

First all that drama with Danial Loren and now my dad had killed himself! How do you think I'd feel at that point in time? My mom and I had to go stay at the local inn, we couldn't go back to the house. It all seemed so tainted. I mean, I wasn't my dad's biggest fan and he'd fucked up a lot of times, but he didn't need to kill himself! I'd never seen my mom so depressed. I knew all her optimism was gone. She felt the same way I did, just sort of lost to how to deal with everything.

I remember spending a couple weeks straight up with Sandy. I just hung around her house feeling like shit. My dad was gone, I'd messed things up with Dan for good. When I realized I was late on my period, I could have sworn it was time for me to kill myself too. That's right ladies and gentlemen! Master of fuck-ups is me! I was pregnant. That's right, stupid, horrifically pregnant! God knows I was never painted out for kids too. I mean, I'm too sarcastic for kids. I felt like such a stupid idiot. I asked Sandy to get the freaking pregnancy test for me because I was too embarrassed. When it came out positive, I avoided my mother at all costs. That was almost for the best because my mom and I drifted after what happened to my dad. I always thought part of her kind of blamed me for dad's death. Like, had I not wanted to vacation for the weekend, it wouldn't have happened. I know it's not true and so does she, it's still weird though.

So, obviously wondering where the hell this kid is. Yeah, there wasn't adoption or abortion involved. No, my stupid body knew I was wrong for all this so I ended up with a freaking miscarriage! Yeah, my own body up and told me outright I wasn't right for a kid. I mean, I should have seen that coming and I know I was supposed to be happy about it. It happened early on enough that I wasn't even showing from the pregnancy yet. No one but Sandy even knew why I was that depressed. They knew I was shaken up over my dad's death, but they didn't know about the baby. To me, it felt like I'd lost two people close to me, even if one never had a chance to be there.

Moving on. That's where we're at. That's the part where I moved on. Instead of letting myself wallow the rest of my life over things that I could never change, I started new things. I let myself become obsessed with my work, with everything. I put my heart into my journalism and did more investigative work than the Thirteeners ever have. I'm what got this war out in the open. My silly little Dovington newspaper covered one of the most major scoops in history first because this is where it all started.

Wanna know a secret too? I was there the night of the fire. You know, the big fire that almost took The Gypsy Cafe down? I was in that cafe sitting beneath one of the tables with the booths in the back. I was there that night when they raided the cafe in search of whatever documents they thought Gypsy and Devyn were keeping there. Hell, anyone in town could have told them the Hawkins sisters have no secrets. They didn't know that though. That night, the Opposition made it's biggest mistake and I was the one to watch the entire thing. I also earned a fear of fire and the knowledge that no one would have cared if I'd burned to death in that building that night. my mother moved away a year after my dad's death to go live in Paris, France where she could open up a little bakery and date young French men carelessly until her heart came back to life. I was alone and I didn't know if anyone would ever be by my side again.

Some people ask me why I'm so bitter. Some people ask me why I take risks so easily. Some people ask me where my writing comes from. I always have the same answer to all those things. "I'm alone. I'm alone and I can." So, when Dovington is burning down, I'll be there with a pen in hand and eyes burning with potential. Nothing can take down Savannah Rose Fletcher.

puppies && snowcones;;

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